Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 709 | 2012-06-10 03:03:15 | 95.37 | 94% |
| 434 | 2012-04-04 16:17:05 | 91.86 | 98% |
| 334 | 2012-03-21 00:56:40 | 76.12 | 93% |
| 320 | 2012-03-21 00:40:32 | 79.19 | 93% |